I always wanted to sit at the potters wheel, but I never did, they were available in the High School that I went to, but I never took the classes, I guess I was always doing something else. I do remember that in my 6th grade art class we got to make something out of clay, paint it and then our teacher put it in to the kiln and eventually we got to see our clay creations. Looking back on in in my memory, I remember how proud of this dragon I was - to me it was a prized object, after all "I made this with my own hands." To me it was special.
And as I think about the importance of that object to me, it helps me to know that the dragon was never going to win a First prize award at art show or anything like that, although it should (hahaha). But as i am thinking and typing this I can still the movement of my hands to form different aspects of the dragon, the tools I used to score the wings and the claws, the eyes and mouth. There really was great care given to this project.
But my hands were not "skilled" like the hands of a master potter, not even close. The master potter knows when things are going just right, or when the project needs to start again from the beginning. Clay itself is an inanimate object, it does not get to say what it wants to become, or any say in the shape or size of the vessel or the purpose of the vessel. On the other hand we, as the clay of the master potter, God Almighty, we don't have a say in what God does and how God uses us. Although, I firmly believe that we have a say in whether or not we are willing to be shaped, formed, designed and used by God.
Going through the work to make the clay vessel is not an easy thing - there is squeezing, pinching, making groves and much more, but are we willing to be put on the wheel and formed, are we willing once we are formed to sit in kiln to be fired up and hardened for a purpose?
May God have his way in our hearts as he molds and makes us, for his purposes.
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